Evan's large hand gripped her slender waist, his breathing heavy. "You little devil. You tempt me so much, I don’t feel any pain."
"Not even afraid of being caught by Doctor Montclair?" Violet whispered as she leaned and breathed her warm breath against his ear.
Upon hearing these words, Evan froze for a fleeting moment.
He shifted and rolled over to pin Violet beneath him before replying in a low voice, "She won't know. She loves me too much to ever doubt me."
"And what I have with you is just physical."
"My heart has always belonged to Isla."
After saying that, he kissed Violet's red lips fiercely, he crushed her lips with his own, as if desperate to drown out the turmoil her words had stirred.
I stared at the message from Violet on my phone. [Doctor Montclair, do you want to see how "healthy" your beloved Captain Aldridge is in the ward?]
Attached was a photo that showed Evan and Violet entwined. My eyes instantly reddened.
My hands were trembling as I clicked on the ward monitor.
As the attending doctor at the base hospital, accessing the monitor without proper authorization was a clear violation of protocol. But in that moment, rules no longer mattered.